Born into religion aiding me to make my decisions
Sorry mama, I chose not to follow
Found a secret in a bottle
Surfaced in my sleep
Did not have to dive deep
Casted my net on the right side of poverty
Never turning back
Ask the tongue tied cat
It want talk back
Promise you want leave with a scratch
Falling down the rabbit hole
Landing on a lettuce patch
We always fall for it, long
Before we realize that there’s a catch